Pairing(s): A moment of DracoxHarry (not much love this chapter!)

Inspiration: 100 things Draco Malfoy would never do. Written by ~rideaseeker629 on deviantART (dot) com.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (apart from the underlining Drarry theme). JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all the other characters ETC. ~rideaseeker629 owns the original thought behind the tasks. All I own is the finer details P: This is written in their fifth year (Order of the Phoenix).

Will be a lemon later on in the story! Quite a lot of it P: You have been warned!

Task 5 & 6

"You didn't even do the last one properly!"

"I don't care. I dyed my hair and went into the Gryffindor dorms. It should count. It's not my fault no one was there to see me."

Draco had come back to see Pansy with news that he saw no one. The encounter with Harry was going to be left a secret. Pansy, of course, had decided that it wasn't good enough. He had already changed his hair back to its original platinum colour and he did not plan on going back to the hideous orange ever again.

"Fine then. We'll move on," she sighed.

After quickly skimming the next few points, Draco thought of a way to make things quicker.

"Can I combine two of them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can I do two of them at once? Instead of separately."

After a quick think about it she agreed to the idea. she would always agree with Draco in the end. He could be very persuasive when he needed to be. With a quick, fake smile directed at her, he left for the Slytherin dormitories. He had work to do.

After an hour of designing and creating a small button, Draco flicked his wand, fastening it to his robes. He stared at himself in the mirror and sighed. Smoothing back his slick hair, he looked at the badge flashing big red letters at him. Now to find Mad Eye.

Finding Mad Eye was not a difficult task, and Draco was beginning to get rather suspicious about how easy it was completing them, or at least getting what he needed. But while he had his doubts as to whether this was all just luck or not, he didn't want to complain. More work finishing this wretched list was not what he wanted. He found Mad Eye walking away from a large gargoyle, as if he had just left a room hidden behind, or above it. Draco did not know that the gargoyle was hiding Dumbledore's office, nor did he care. All he cared about now was getting the attention of Mad Eye.

"Moody!" he called down the hallway.

The sound of his cane hitting the ground stopped as he turned to look at Draco.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

Draco swept his eyes down the many passageways and was glad to only see a small group of Hufflepuffs quite some way away from him. Making sure they weren't looking in his direction, he turned his attention back to Moody.

"Will you turn me into a ferret?"

"What did you say?"

"Will you turn me into a ferret?" he repeated, less confidently now that he realised how stupid he must sound.

"Right... So my hearing is fine then. I thought I misheard you boy. Now why would I turn you into a ferret?"

"For old time's sake?"

Draco obviously didn't know that his previous teacher had been an imposter and so the man he was talking to had no recollection of ever turning him into the snow white ferret last year. Though he could not remember doing this at all, he thought it would be amusing to humour the boy in front of him. Shocking Draco a great deal, he agreed and as he pulled out his wand he spotted the badge pinned to the stunned boy's robes.

"Harry? You mean Harry Potter?"

Before he could think of saying, "No, a different Harry," he had already blurted out 'yes'. For some unknown reason he found himself blushing under Mad Eye Moody's gaze and hid his face at once. Why he would be ashamed of something that was most certainly not true, he did not know, but he continued to hide his rapidly reddening features anyway. He mumbled an excuse and walked away as quickly as his polished shoes would let him.

Task 7

His unusually flushed face was turned to the floor while he was running from the older man's analysing gaze, so naturally he didn't see Ronald Weasley walking in front of him. Loud thumps echoed through the halls when he bumped into the redhead, making the books that were in his arms fall to the ground. He began to pick them up and hand them back to Ron, not realising that this was a very unMalfoy-like thing to do.

"Sorry, I didn't see you," he muttered, making the situation even more strange with the apology.

"Yea, right. Erm.. What's up with you?"

His flush turned from pink to red when he finally caught on to what he was doing. He shoved the last few books at Ron and responded to his question with a sneer.

"Nothing Weaselby. You were in my way."

"No, you just weren't watching where you were going."

Cold, grey eyes glared at heated, blue ones. Ron getting so distracted by Malfoy's strange behaviour that he completely misses the pin on his robes, much to Malfoy's delight.

"So.. I saw you snooping around Hermione. What was that about?" Ron refuses to make eye contact and finally notices the pin as his eyes are averted, "And what the hell is that?"

Oh Merlin, he thinks, of all people to notice this..

"Oh," Draco says, thinking quickly and looking down at his chest, pretending to look surprised, "Someone probably put it on my robes as a sick joke or something. I didn't even know it was there."

He pulls the pin out of his robes with a rough tug and drops it into his pocket. Ron stares with suspicion before accepting the excuse. What other reason would explain why Draco Malfoy was wearing a button with the words 'I love Harry' in big, flashing letters with small floating hearts around it? It was definitely not something Malfoy would have made himself, so Ron moved on and changed the topic.

"Right... Anyway, you didn't answer my question. What were you doing with Hermione the other day?"

"What's it matter to you?"

Ron's freckled face turns a light shade of pink as he averts his eyes once more, not wanting to admit that he didn't want to see Hermione with anyone else because he was in love with the smart brunette himself, "She's my best friend. I just don't want to see her get hurt, especially not by someone like you."

"Oh of course," he replied sarcastically, "that must be the real reason. You just want her for yourself, don't you? Well you can have her. Granger's just a filthy mudblood anyway."

"You take that back Malfoy!"

"Why should I? I'm just being honest," and with that he strode past the youngest Weasley boy and headed back to Pansy to find out the next task. But before he could even get a few steps down the corridor he feels a powerful 'thump' in his back, pushing him forward and making him stumble to the ground. He turns his head to see Ron pointing his wand at him and giving him the coldest look he's ever seen coming from the usually tender blue eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Weasleby?"

"Take it back," he said through clenched teeth, his wand hand now starting to shake with emotion.

With a sigh, he got up, turned to face him and said, "Shove off. I'm not going to fight you over her," he nodded his head toward the girl who had just turned the corner into the hall.
Without looking back, Ron stepped forward and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" With a flick of the wrist, Draco was knocked to the floor again.

"Okay fine," he said once he had caught his breath, "But don't go crying to your little girlfriend when you get hurt."

He took out his wand and, with an elegant twist, shot Ron with a shower of sparks and set his robes on fire. With a scream, Hermione ran to him and quickly doused the fire on his robes while Draco watched McGonagall and Mad-Eye trotting towards him with an equally furious fire burning in their eyes. With another sigh he put away his wand and glared daggers at the now singed boy in front of him.

"What's going on here?" McGonagall spoke firmly and directed her fiery gaze toward Draco.

"He attacked me. Twice. I was just defending myself," he pointed at Ron and threw him a smirk.

Unfortunately for Ron, Mad-Eye had seen the entire thing and could back up what Draco had said. It didn't matter much though, since Draco had nearly cooked Ron, both of them were given detention with McGonagall that evening.
After the teachers had left, Ron and Hermione both stared at Draco. Hermione with a look of despair for she had really hoped that Draco had actually liked her and Ron with a look of jealous hatred.

"I'm not interested in her Weasley. For all I care you two can go off and marry each other. Now if you're ready to stop trying to kill me, I have better things to do than stand here and put up with your pathetic attempts at trying to win over some girl."

This time when he tried to leave Ron did not show any protest and, with a defeated sigh, went back with Hermione to the Gryffindor common room instead, both as embarrassed as each other.

"I heard about what happened," Pansy said as Draco sank into the couch beside her.

"News travels fast around here," he said, slightly exasperated. He wanted to skip the small talk and move on to what he had to put up with doing next, "So come. Tell me the next one then."

"Well that's just it Draco. You're little disagreement with that Weasley was the next task," she hands over the list for him to examine and, to his happy surprise, she was right, "I mean sure, it wasn't exactly about that but I guess it's as close as we're going to get."

"Seven, have a duel with Ron over who gets to marry Hermione," he read aloud.

He had mentioned marriage, sure, though it wasn't really a proper duel, nor did Draco have any desire to end up with Granger, but it was close enough. He cast his eyes down on the list to read the next task.

Task 8

'8. Wear pink tights.' Oh, he thought, that's just fantastic.

"And where am I going to be wearing these?" he questioned her as he handed the list back.

"Nowhere special. Just the great hall at dinner tonight."

Her smirk made him nervous but he remembered that he didn't have a choice so instead of arguing he dragged himself up from the couch and disappeared into his shared room, pink tights, provided by Pansy, trailing behind.

For the second time that day, Draco found himself in front of the mirror adjusting his clothing and slicking back his hair, thinking about how he must be insane. He had stayed behind a little later than usual so he could get changed without anyone staring. His bright pink legs were hard to miss so he pulled on some black pants and wrapped his robes around his lower body so his fluroscent ankles couldn't be seen anymore. After these adjustments had been made he began to wander through the many corridors of Hogwarts to get to the great hall and join all the other students for dinner.

"You're not wearing them,"she whispered in his ear.

"Yes I am. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not there. What did you expect me to do? Wear a skirt to show off my legs?"

"That would have been good, yeah."

"Fuck off Pansy, I'm not going to make myself look like an idiot if I don't have to."

"You can't cop out of the list."

"I can and I will. I'm going to do these, I promised I would, but I'm not going to do them in a super extravagant way, no matter how much you want me to."

While Draco returned to his dinner and tried to ignore a grumpy looking Pansy, Harry was quietly watching him from across the hall, trying to figure out what was happening to Draco.

"What's up?" Hermione nudged Harry with her elbow, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh erm... nothing. Don't worry about it."

He went back to shuffling his food around the plate and carefully glancing at Draco's ankles. For some reason unknown to Harry it looked like he was wearing bright pink tights under his trousers. Something was going on with him and, oddly enough, he was kind of curious about it. Over the past few days he had noticed Draco acting rather strangely and there were times when he felt a bit... well, he didn't know what he felt, but he didn't particularly like where his thoughts were taking him.

Draco looked up to see confused green eyes looking back at him. Without thinking he smiled and gently waved his fork before looking down at his plate and returning to his thoughts. Harry sat there stunned by what he had just seen. His supposed rival smiling and happily waving in his direction. While he was still staring at the silver haired boy he saw him raise his eyes once more. This time there was no carefree happiness, nor was there joy or compassion. This time there was nothing but a look of mild horror. Harry nervously smiled at Draco's glare before averting his eyes. Sadly, Harry and Draco's exchange of new, and very unwanted, emotion didn't go unnoticed.

"Um Draco, what the hell was that?"

He snapped his head around, his eyes still slightly horrified and stared at her, "What was what?"

"Your little smile and wave at Potter over there."

"Oh that was nothing. Just messing with him. I mean, look at him now. He looks even more jumpy than usual."

Pansy looked sceptical but decided that even if Draco was lying to her, she really didn't want to know the truth.

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